From the Publisher's Desk: So long to the song of the dove

By Michele Grgas Thomas The Triplicate July 13, 2011 06:13 pm

Happier times on Freeman Street when a couple dozen doves would show up for breakfast every day. The Daily Triplicate/Michele Thomas
Happier times on Freeman Street when a couple dozen doves would show up for breakfast every day. The Daily Triplicate/Michele Thomas
I heard them every morning making those lovely unmistakable cooing sounds.  A neighbor once said she thought those were the hoots of owls, but I set her straight. No morning owls here on Freeman Street, just melodic Eurasian collared doves singing sweetly to each other from the moment the sun comes up.

These days I sit by the window drinking my coffee and watching for them. Sometimes they sit on overhead telephone wires looking down at me in the living room and occasionally they fly over the front yard. But they don’t stop here much anymore. 

I’d like to go outside and explain the reason why I’m not serving them breakfast anymore, but I know how ridiculous that sounds. Besides, they always fly off when I open the door. I’m feeling awful about cutting them off cold turkey like this but I’m sticking to my guns.

Last year when Rick and I left on our epic cruise adventure, I didn’t ask anyone to feed “my” doves while we were away. When we returned home in October after being gone a month, the doves were nowhere to be found. Rick assured me they had just flown south for the winter and would be back, but I knew the prior year they had stayed nearby all winter as long as I spread the cracked corn and sunflower seeds on the sidewalk for them every day.

 In spurts the doves reappeared this spring and brought their relatives with them. Over two dozen doves began hanging out at our house in the morning and returning for an afternoon snack later in the day. I was delighted to have them back and immediately started pouring nearly 40 pounds of seed a month onto the sidewalk and into feeders. And I didn’t mind.

 These doves are beautiful birds with a beautiful love song and a gentle way about them. It must be a good omen to have them perched in our trees.

 Of course other birds visit besides the doves and so I’ve filled many feeders with various seeds to please them. Rain or shine I’d go out in the morning to replenish the feeders and put water in the bird baths. I’d sit patiently by the window sometimes with my camera watching the birds come and go in their skitterish feeding frenzy.

Until two weeks ago.

One afternoon I was just about to open the door and walk out into the yard when I noticed something at the feeder. I stopped so as not to disturb it.  The bird at the feeder came into focus—it seemed awfully fat and very dark gray and then I noticed it had a long tail hanging down.

I screamed for Rick to come and look. He confirmed it was a rat. When I opened the door to let the dog out to scare it the rat scurried off. But it wasn’t 10 minutes later that I looked up and saw him munching on sunflower seeds at the feeder again.

With a rat infestation in the neighborhood (Rick says that’s an exaggeration, but how do I know how many rats are out there?) I’ve decided I can’t risk harboring rodents in epidemic proportions and have ceased putting out food for the doves or any other birds. The feeders hang empty. Eventually I will take them down and throw them away. Or, at the very least, sterilize them and keep them for another time and place. But I’m pretty sure I won’t be filling them up to fatten up the neighborhood rats any time soon.

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